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QUESTIONABLE COMPANY. 305
" The city that is set upon a hill and cannot be
hid," both of which have since been destroyed by
an earthquake, and nearly all their inhabitants
buried under the ruins ; I crossed from thence to
the Mediterranean at Acre, the St. Jean d'Acre
of the Crusaders; visited Caipha and Mount
Carmel, and, returning through Acre, passed on
to Sour, the fallen Tyre ; a single fishing-boat
was lying in the harbour of " the crowning city,
whose merchants were princes, whose traffickers
were the honourable of the earth."]
I left the gate of Tyre between as honest a man
and as great a rogue as the sun ever shone upon.
The honest man was my old Arab, whom 1 kept
with me in spite of his bad donkey ; and the rogue
was a limping, sore-eyed Arab, in an old and
ragged suit of regimentals, whom I hired for two
days to relieve the old man in whipping the don-
keys. He was a dismissed soldier, turned out of
Ibrahim Pacha's army as of no use whatever, than
which there could not be a stronger certificate of
worthlessness. He told me, however, that he had
once been a man of property, and, like honest
Dogberry, had had his losses ; he had been worth
sixty piasters (nearly three dollars), with which he
had come to live in the city ; and been induced to
embark in enterprises that had turned out unfor-
tunately, and he had lost his all.
On my arrival at Sidon I drove immediately to
the Arab consular agent, to consult him about pay-
ing a visit to Lady Esther Stanhope. He told me
" The city that is set upon a hill and cannot be
hid," both of which have since been destroyed by
an earthquake, and nearly all their inhabitants
buried under the ruins ; I crossed from thence to
the Mediterranean at Acre, the St. Jean d'Acre
of the Crusaders; visited Caipha and Mount
Carmel, and, returning through Acre, passed on
to Sour, the fallen Tyre ; a single fishing-boat
was lying in the harbour of " the crowning city,
whose merchants were princes, whose traffickers
were the honourable of the earth."]
I left the gate of Tyre between as honest a man
and as great a rogue as the sun ever shone upon.
The honest man was my old Arab, whom 1 kept
with me in spite of his bad donkey ; and the rogue
was a limping, sore-eyed Arab, in an old and
ragged suit of regimentals, whom I hired for two
days to relieve the old man in whipping the don-
keys. He was a dismissed soldier, turned out of
Ibrahim Pacha's army as of no use whatever, than
which there could not be a stronger certificate of
worthlessness. He told me, however, that he had
once been a man of property, and, like honest
Dogberry, had had his losses ; he had been worth
sixty piasters (nearly three dollars), with which he
had come to live in the city ; and been induced to
embark in enterprises that had turned out unfor-
tunately, and he had lost his all.
On my arrival at Sidon I drove immediately to
the Arab consular agent, to consult him about pay-
ing a visit to Lady Esther Stanhope. He told me